Page 54 of Craved By Lust

“But I’m fi— Ugnn!” I shiver when he grabs my calf that’s been bothering me since that big ass mother fucker steamrolled me. I fall flat on the table as he uses some kind of oil and my God, it feels so fucking good I think I cum a little. “Hhhhooooollllyyyyy fuuuuuccckkkk!” I cry out, going completely limp while this man with God-like hands respectfully works his magic on me, sending a bitch into o-fucking-blivion.

“You like that, baby?” he growls and I nod.

“Yesssssss!” I whine, toes cracking, throwing up sets.A bitch don’t know if she a blood, a crip, or what.

“That’s good, baby. Relax and let your husfriendtake care of you. You’re safe baby,” he murmurs, panting behind me before I feel him move up and massage my hamstrings right under the cup of my ass, making my inside quiver and my throat work for words. However, when his thumbs part my ass cheeks and pussy, I shudder on the table, eyes rolling to the back of my head, gritting my teeth while holding in the body rocking moan that wants to come out.

Frank

Who knew heaven and hell could exist in one place? Massaging her, I watch her trembling muscles take the beating I’m giving them, but the shit is sexy as hell. My baby moans, egging me the fuck on and making me hard as a brick. But fuck that shit. My baby enjoying my hands on her body is setting me the fuck off.

“Fr-Frank, r-right there,” she whines as my hands work her upper hamstring right under the cuff of her tight ass. Damn, I want her to say that while riding my dick, though the second she does, I’d truly lose my shit and lock her away for good.

“Where? Right here?” I murmur through my teeth as I gently press my thumbs up and down her adductor muscle.

“Yeeessss!” she shudders.She’s fucking killing me. I need more…

Using both hands, I massage her sore muscles, but I also make sure I spread her pussy and asshole, committing every mother fucking crease and crevice to memory. I don’t know If I should be prayingDear God or Dear Glorybut someone is gettingcalled on while I worship this ass.Dear Jessica.I close my eyes and put my hands together at the scene that plays before me.

Our savior, who art in heaven, Jessica by thy na?—

A sharp pang hits my chest, sending me staggering.FUCK!

“I… is everything okay?” she asks, and I take a deep breath, pounding my chest and clearing my throat.

“Yes,” I lie and continue working her hamstring before sliding the palm of my hand down the middle of her hamstrings because if I go and spread her ass again…No, I shouldn’tbecause if I see it again…I’ma eat.I will shove my face so far up her pussy she wouldn’t know where she starts and I end.

Instead, I switch up and fist my hands to knead her gluteus muscle, right where her sexy ass dimples are. I knead the fuck out hamstrings and calves, sweat dripping down my nose, straining as I listen to her sexy ass groans and moans before her body goes stiff, and the heady scent that already has me foaming at the mouth grows so strong it permeates the entirety of the room, making me swallow.

“Frank?” her sweet voice snaps me out of my hazy thoughts and I breathe low.

“Yeah?”

“I… I’m done now,” she whispers as she goes to get up, but I try to stop her.No! She can’t be! I want to touch her! I want mo—I try to grasp her arm, but she’s a pro athlete and my senses and motor functions seem to be all out of fucking whack, so of fucking course she easily avoids my hands.

“What do you mean done? I… I still need to do the front!” I shout indecorously.My precious nipple rings!!!

“N…. no!” She firmly shakes her head, letting me know if I cross the line right now, everything I did will go crumbling, and ain’t shit worth that risk. “Can you hand me a towel and a robe?” She tries to hide her front…fuck…

“Okay,” I back off, going over to the closet and pulling out a robe with “Hurts” embroidered on it, and regrettably hand it to her.Damn fucking respect! Fuck having fucking morals and being nice and a fucking friend! I fucking hate it all!

“Thanks,” she murmurs and goes to get off the massage table, but her eyes go wide before she looks away in embarrassment. “U-uhm… can you turn away?”

“But Jessica I’ve see?—”

“Turn around, Frank! Or I’m going home!”

“Yes ma’am,” I salute and spin so damn quick I get whiplash. I hear her groan and jump off the table before I hear her wipe something.

“Shit,” she mutters to herself.

“Is everything okay? Do you need my help?” I try to turn, but she shouts, stopping me in my tracks.

“You had better not move one goddamn muscle, Frank!”Oooo, I love it when she talks dirty to me.

“I wasn’t going to move in the first place,” I lie and she snorts.

“Sure you weren’t… anyway, I n-need a shower,” she stammers.

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